Target ➳ Camren/You

Chapter Three

Gazing at yourself in the mirror, you couldn't help but feel disgusted. You absolutely hated the Target uniform. It felt gross and reminded you of your days at a private girls school where uniforms were compulsory.

"Y/n, we gotta go. My phone has been blowing up with messages from the manager and she's a bitch." Lauren sighs as she stares down at her phone that continuously kept buzzing.

"Wow, I have a feeling you and the manager are going to have a lot in common." You tease, grabbing your backpack.

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Making your way to the Target located in the city mall, you couldn't help but feel slightly nervous.

Now that you wouldn't be under the terms and conditions of Lauren and the store you were used to working in, you had to follow someone else's rules.

You could feel it in the pit of your stomach that this place was going to be very different.

"Are you just as nervous as I am right now?" Lauren asks as her clammy hands grip the steering wheel.

"Never admit your weaknesses to the enemy. They get off on that." You reply, in a paranoid tone as Lauren parks her car into one of the target parking lots.

"Right. You're right. Who am I kidding, she should be the nervous one. They don't got nothing on us." Lauren pep talks herself as you watch her like she was crazy.

"Calm down. Don't think too much about it. Your brain isn't that big." You tease, getting out of the car as you make your way to the front entrance.

When you approach the automatic doors, you see an employee waiting outside for you.

You frown slightly when you thought the employee was a taller and darker version of your best friend, Ally.

"Girl, you better get in there. The boss ain't happy." The blonde employee says as she leads both you and Lauren into the store. "My name's Dinah by the way. I'll be training one of you."

"Ah, we don't need training." Lauren says in slight offence.

Lauren had been in the Target business for 3 years and had enough experience to last her a life time.

"Yeah well this store is a little different to the rest of the Targets in America." Dinah retorts as she stops the both of you outside the boss's office.

"I like her." You comment, pointing to the poly as she vaguely reminded you your best friend.

"Yeah well I don't. Excuse us, Deenah." Lauren smirks, stepping in front of the door.

"Oh no you didn't just-"

"Finally." The boss says as she opens the door.

Your eyes widen in shock when you saw the face of the woman in charge. You couldn't move, it was like you were in shock.

Never in your whole life time had you seen anyone so beautiful in your entire life.

Her olive skin, dark long and wavy locks, plump lips. She was like a goddess in human form. She was absolutely,

"Beautiful." You mumble out, unable to control any function in your body.

Your boss frowns down at you when she catches a glimpse of your uniform. "Tuck in your shirt." She orders, pointing to the loose piece of clothing that hung over your beige khakis.

Your eyes widen as you hasten to obey your boss's orders.

Observing your behaviour from beside you, Lauren couldn't help but feel slightly jealous when you were quick to obey.

You never listened to Lauren when she told you to do something especially when it was to tuck in your shirt.

"Good. Now get in here." Your boss says sternly as she makes her way behind her desk.

"Your father has told me a lot about you, Y/n. Do you know why you're here?" The beautiful woman asks as you notice how high quality and clean her office was.

"Ah...no?" You mumble, moving your attention to the woman behind the large desk.

"You're here because your attitude and your behaviour is making this company look bad." The boss explains.

As she went on and on about how bad you were, bagging you because you couldn't do a simple job right, you couldn't help but notice the badge on your bosses uniform.

Camila, it read. Pretty name you thought to yourself. It suited her sassy, professional and dominant tone.

"Are you even listening to me?" Camila huffs in frustration, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

"Sorry, I was too busy learning your name." You sigh, leaning back in your chair, remembering who you were. "As a boss, you should be introducing yourself and teaching us the reigns, not bagging and putting down your new employee that you've met less than 5 minutes ago."

Your remark seemed to have taken both women off guard judging by their expressions. Lauren showing both a surprised and impressed expression whereas Camila was more offended and appalled.

Clearing her throat as she shifts in her seat, Camila interlaces her fingers together as she leans on her desk.

She knew you were right. You had a habit of being like that.

"Very well then smartass. Welcome to Target, we're here to make sure your experience with us is a smooth arrow in the wind." Camila says in a somewhat rehearsed tone. It made you want to throw up on the spot.

However you and Lauren were on the same page. Both exchanging looks of horror and disgust. You two felt like you were being sent to a boarding school in London where they only served oatmeal and made you play sports in the mud.

"Did you read that at the back of a cereal box?" You snicker, shaking your head as you took Camila and her tactics as a joke.

"I'm losing my patience with you." Camila huffs as she clenches her fists in frustration.

You knew you were getting under her skin and you had only just met her.

It's not like you wanted to. You actually found her quite attractive. But you knew nothing would happen between the both of you so you didn't bother trying.

You were only nice to the people you liked or tolerated. Something about Camila made you want to like her. But teasing her seemed way better than getting to know her personally.

"Most people don't last five minutes around me." You shrug, earning a suppressed giggle from Lauren.

Holding the bridge of her nose as she let out a small breath, Camila opens her eyes and looks at you rationally. "Take these, Y/n you're on bag checks and Lana you're in check out 3." Camila says as she hands the both of you a walkie talkie.

"My name is Lauren." Your ex boss says in slight offence.

"And?" Camila shrugs as she waves the both of you off.

Smiling, you look towards Lauren and say, "Okay I think I kinda like her more than you now."

"No one is liking anyone," Camila says sternly as you approach the door. "any relationships between staff members is an immediate release from this team."

"Ayi ayi captian." You salute sarcastically as you exit Camila's office. "She needs to get laid."

"Why do you think that?" Lauren chuckles as the both of you make your way out into the store.

"Because, a girl that clenches her fists like that when she's frustrated is in need of sex. I mean I would know." You smirk, tucking your walkie talkie into your holster.

"And how exactly would you know that?" Lauren asks in disbelief.

"Because you do it all the time...probably when you're fucking the delivery guy."